Needed Help Going Bigger

From the time I was a boy, my family had always owned boats. Heck, I think I was about eight years old when my Dad proudly presented my with a rickety, old rowboat that was his when he was a kid. I was petrified the first time he pushed me out onto the lake. The thing was just so darned old that I thought I would sink right there while looking at my parents on shore. That’s one of my scariest, but fondest memories of my childhood.